“Angel, marry me? I want to be by your side forever. Loving you, protecting you, making you happy, and most of all, I fucking love you, angel, and I want to spend the rest of my life doing just that.”
Oh my God! “Yes!” I scream really loud and then burst out crying because I want this more than anything else in this world.
He grins and slides the ring on my finger.
I grip his face between my hands and look into his eyes. “I love you too, more than anything.” I kiss him and climb onto his lap, my legs on either side of him.
I slide one of my hands between us. I grab his hard dick and place it at my entrance. I slide down on it and moan into his mouth. Taking my lips from his, I rest my forehead against his as I move.
His hands are on my back, gliding up and down, leaving goose bumps on my skin. “My turn.”
I’m flipped onto my back, and I laugh as he takes over. He slams inside me, and I cry out. He pounds inside me, and we both come a minute or so later.
We fall asleep in each other’s arms, and I have never been happier in my life. I didn’t think life could get any better.
But I was wrong.
It’s been two months since I got engaged to Jordan. His mother was over-the-moon happy, his dad was happy for us, but the MC was over-the-top happy, especially the girls I have gotten very close to.
Lanie is moving to town in three months or so to be closer to her brother, but we all know the real reason—Trey and Vinny.
My phone rings on the kitchen counter, and I walk over, pick it up and answer it. “Hello?”
“Hey, girl. I’ll be over in fifteen! Be ready!” Jean says and then hangs up.
Jordan walks in the room, so I tell him, “Babe, Jean will be over in fifteen. I guess we are going out.”
“I will tell one of the prospects to join you guys.”
I nod and quickly kiss him on the lips before hurrying up the stairs to slip some clothes on.
I hurry and get dressed. I walk down the stairs and into the living room and look out. I see Jean in her car with two prospects behind her.
“Babe, she’s here!” I yell. Walking over to the door, I slip on my sandals. “Give me some love, Jordan!” I yell, and I hear him laughing before he walks into the living room.
I meet him halfway and make a smooching sound with my mouth. He laughs and bends down, kissing me soundly on the lips. After reaching my arm behind him and bringing my hand down to his ass, I slide my hand farther and grab his balls. I give a light squeeze, and he jumps.
Whack!
His hand lands hard against my left butt cheek, and I grab his bottom lip between my teeth, pulling while slightly biting.
Jordan gives me a smothering, hot look. “When you get home, this ass is mine.”
Smirking, I peck his lips. “Can’t wait.”
“Come on!” Jean yells.
I pull away from him. I turn around, grab my phone off the couch, and stuff it in my back pocket. Jean is standing outside the door, waiting for me. I step outside onto the porch and shut the door.
We get inside of her car, and Chrystal and Shaylin are in the back. Jean starts the car, backs up, turns, then speeds out of the driveway. There are two prospects behind us. The gate opens and we are out. I totally expected to see Butch hanging out but he’s not there.
“Y’all ready to bust in some heads?”
Huh? I arch my head back in shock and I look at Jean. What did she mean?
She catches me looking and grins. “My sister is leaving her man because he hit her. So we have to help her move, but the ex is there. I have to beat his ass for touching my sister, of course.”
Well, fuck me!
“Let’s do this!” Shaylin yells.
Then I hear a loud cracking sound. Shaylin is holding one of those Tasers that shoots out, like, twenty feet and the prongs stab them.
Chrystal raises her hands, and she has pink brass knuckles on. “There’s a baseball bat for you under the seat.”
Okay, then.
Now that I think about it, it pisses me off that a man thinks he has the right to put his hands on a woman. A man should never do that. Ever. Doesn’t matter what she’s done. A man should never hit her.
I know that life. I lived it, and nobody ever should have to. Jean’s sister is getting out, and this guy needs a lesson, and that lesson is him getting his ass beat by a woman.
“Yeah, let’s do this.” I reach under the seat and grab the bat.
We pull up outside a small, white house and park beside a truck. There’s a car closer to the front porch with clothes spilling out of the open trunk, and some are on the ground. Why do I get a bad feeling?
Jean jumps out, and I step out, carrying the baseball bat. The others climb out behind me, and we follow Jean, who is sprinting up the porch. Speeding up, I hurry after her, not wanting her to get hurt.